A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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I'm glad to be best friends
but I still miss your touch
the love that you gave me

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We learn where we went wrong.

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INN AANSUON ME UTAR AYA HAI

Aasman mei iss aadhe-adhure chand ke sath

Dil ke dar-o-deewar mei dard utar aaya hai

MAA KI PARIBHASHA

हम एक शब्द हैं तो वह पूरी भाषा है

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A Day Away..

Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.

Some make us smile, some make us weep.

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

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Laughter is a gift

It doesn't mean your fit

But it will soften any tension

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